Decaying.

We never knew who we were until we lost who we thought we were, our images created by conformity and unnecessary will to oblidge; it is all so random how bewildered the world has left us, all so quaint how we never find meaning in anything, and all so tiring to seek but not find. Will we ever again become contented and not subject to the illusion of freedom and falsified truth.  Would our yearning desires ever be pacified  should we be spacified...when will we remember to lose control and start living once again; all this so senseless but reality, and slowly we continue feeding the beast called “society” .